He remembered the day she was born like it was the most important day of his life. If he was honest, he would admit that it was. They got the call at 9 pm at night, just before settling in to their nightly routine together.
“Hey, Kacchan, can you grab the phone? I’ve got my hands full.” Izuku called from the bathroom of their shared room. He still called Katsuki by his childhood nickname even after 3 years of marriage.
“Yeah, I got it, babe,” he grabbed the phone with a slight air of annoyance. It was 9 at night, who should be calling this late?
“Hello, who is this?” he tried to sound less annoyed than usual. They were planning to have a family, and if they were going to have a kid in the house, he needed to calm the hell down.
“Bakugou-san? This is Karin’s husband. Her water broke, so we’re heading over to the hospital. Can you guys come tonight?” a gentle male voice said over the phone and Katsuki blanked. He had talked to Karin’s husband, Iro, before, but not for a few weeks.
“Kacchan, who is it?” Izuku called from the room, probably getting changed into his pajamas. Katsuki was frozen in place. The baby wasn’t due for another two weeks. They had only finished setting up the nursery. Izuku was probably in his pajamas now.
“Bakugou-san?” Iro asked, confused.
“AH, ah, YEAH we’ll make it over! Give us just a minute and we’ll start driving that way!” He was sweating, and his words came out like he was swallowing marbles.
“I’ll tell the front desk who you guys are. See you there!” The phone call disconnected, and he just stood there, frozen to the spot.
Izuku walked out in his bright green pajamas that Katsuki had bought for him 2 years ago. It was full of holes and Katsuki had told him to throw it out, but Izuku says it’s comfier than his other pajamas.
“Who was that? Where are we driving to?” He asks, brows knotted, and eyes half lidded from sleepiness.
“Iro. Karin’s water broke.” He could see Izuku’s expression make a complete 180 during this statement from a tired curiosity to wide-eyed panic.
They stared at each other for a few moments and then ran to their room to change. There were a lot of curses shared from the both of them, and a little bit of bumping into the other while trying to change. They probably looked a sight as they piled out of their house, hair not brushed, and their clothes haphazardly chosen and worn. Katsuki got into the driver’s seat and tried his best not to speed too much as he raced along to the hospital they had planned months before. Izuku was mumbling to himself about how early it was and how they were lucky it was a weekend and there were other heroes in town besides them.
“We need to call All Might and have him tell everyone that we’re busy the next few weeks.” Katsuki tried to level his voice to not freak out Izuku even more and it seemed to break Izuku out of his mumbling. The next few minutes was Izuku calling different heroes and telling them the baby was coming earlier and that they needed a few weeks where everyone could cover for them. Izuku might be the #1 hero, but with a baby on the way, Shouto could take over for them. They had talked about this weeks before and Shouto was very happy for them and understood. Katsuki could overhear his voice calmly respond on the phone. He tried to focus on the road and the quiet voice of his husband so that he could calm down from this nervous panic state he was in.
“Everyone knows now, and they said to take as much time as we need. All Might asked if he could come visit the baby soon.” A gentle hand rubbed his thigh as he drove.
“Yeah, tell him he’s welcome anytime. He should know that already, that dumbass.” Izuku laughed quietly and replied that he said almost those exact words to All Might. Laughter broke up the nervous quiet in the car and they smiled at each other. Katsuki had been so nervous the past few weeks about being a father, but he saw Izuku’s worried smile and knew he couldn’t show just how anxious he was. He didn’t want to make the guy anymore nervous than he’s been the entire ride over.
“Did you call your mom?” Katsuki asked as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. Izuku made a surprised noise as an answer and pulled out his phone while they got out of the car. Katsuki pulled his out to call his mom too as they stood right outside the door. They would just quickly talk and then walk inside once one of them finished.
The phone rang a few times before his mother picked up, sounding tired and bleary.
“Katsuki?” She yawned over the phone. She was probably about to fall asleep and he felt slightly guilty.
“Hey mom, sorry to call you late. We just got the call that Karin’s water broke so we wanted to let you know that we’re at the hospital waiting for her.”
“REALLY?” she yelled into the phone, and he could hear his father grunt in the background. “We’ll head over as soon as possible!”
“Don’t rush, she was only just brought. I’ll text you when she’s in labor. Love you, mom.” She agreed, and he hung up the phone and checked Izuku. He was still on the phone with his mom, telling her she didn’t need to come over yet, but it seems like she won the battle. He said he loved her and hung up, sighing.
“She’s on her way too, though I told her to take her time.” Katsuki grinned at him and hugged his husband before they walked into the hospital.
The staff at the front desk told them where to go and they followed to another floor’s front desk. They gave them the waiting room and Izuku texted his mom where it was. They waited for what felt like ages as Inko arrived and they waited for more information. At around midnight, Izuku was dozing on Katsuki’s shoulder and Inko smiled at him.
“It’s finally time, isn’t it?” She had a gentle voice, one that seemed to grow quieter with every year that passed.
“Fucking finally.” They both laughed at his brunt choice of words and enjoyed the moment. Inko had known him all his life and she had always cared for him like a son, even before he did become her son(in-law). Inko always seemed to be able to look right through him and understand what he was feeling, as if he was translucent. Her perception used to make him nervous when he started dating Izuku, like she knew every thought he ever had about her son. Now, he’s gotten so close to her over the 7 years he dated Izuku and the 3 years they’ve been married.
“You seem pretty nervous. Are you worried about the baby?” she asked this, but he knew she didn’t mean the baby’s health. He knew she had meant, “Are you nervous of your ability to take care of the baby?”
“I was trying to seem calm for Deku, but yeah. We only just finished the nursery and I’m so worried that I’m too brutal to ever raise a good kid. Deku’s been reassuring me, and I know that he’ll be an amazing father, but I’m too harsh. I don’t want my kid to have an asshole dad, you know?” He always ended up pouring out his thoughts to Inko, whether or not it was really warranted. Inko had that affect that she could draw out what you were really worried about if you were trying to hide it.
“Izuku told me you’ve been worried. I know you’re really nervous, but you aren’t 15 anymore.” She gently patted his naturally spiked hair. “You are way more gentle than you give yourself credit for.”
He wanted to respond with a scoff, or a nod, but Iro busted into the room, breathing heavily. The sound of the door roused Izuku from his light slumber.
“She’s in labor now. I’m going to stay with her, but I wanted to let you know.” He struggled to breathe with every word, like he had run through 5 flights of stairs to get to the door. He was an average man in almost every sense of the word. Slick cut brown hair over bright brown eyes and a build from a regular citizen. They thanked him, and he raced back to his wife. Katsuki quickly texted his mom to let her know what was going on and yawned.
Izuku held his hand and he could feel how nervous his husband was. Izuku had been so excited throughout the process, but he had just as many doubts about himself as Katsuki did. Katsuki knew from the moment they first talked about this that Izuku would make an amazing father, and he told him as much. Every time he did, Izuku would just laugh and reflect that back on Katsuki, but he wanted to try and make him believe it.
Inko lightly chatted with Izuku about baby names and whether he thought the baby was going to be a girl or a boy. They had decided at the beginning that they wanted it to be a surprise for them, but had talked about multiple names they enjoyed.
Katsuki looked outside the window behind him. It was December, so Japan was lightly covered in snow. The city lights sparkled as Christmas had just passed them and the new year was about to dawn. Everything was quiet and calm, even for the city. No one was driving around at this hour, and the only souls who seemed to be awake were them and the hospital staff. Izuku tugged at his hand and he looked back at his husband. He looked tired, his eyes heavy but still full of the shine he always had. Katsuki smiled gently at him and hoped that their child could have those same bright green eyes that he had fallen in love with.
“Do you want a boy or a girl more?” Izuku asked him with a smile.
“I don’t mind either way, but I think we’ll have a girl. I’ve got that hunch.” Izuku and Inko both laughed.
“I think it’ll be a boy and will look exactly like you. Your mom has pretty fierce genes, Kacchan.” Izuku said.
“I’m thinking a girl too, Katsuki. Call it a mother’s intuition.” Inko had a small, gentle smile on her face.
They fell into a soft rhythm of chattering, each trying to keep themselves calm. At around 1:30 in the morning, Mitsuki arrived in her pajamas. Inko rose to hug her and they chatted amongst themselves while Katsuki and Izuku kept to themselves. Their mothers were close friends for their entire lives, so every time they saw each other they could talk for hours. They were both excited about the baby and gave the couple way too many things to prepare for it coming.
“Hey mom,” he interrupted when there was a break in their conversation. “Where’s dad?”
“He has work early in the morning, so I came for the both of us, but I’m going to send him pictures. He plans to visit as soon as he can, though, as long as you’re both situated.”
“We’d love that.” Mitsuki flashed a big grin at the both of them, suddenly looking as if it was a regular hour in the day, not 2 in the morning. The Bakugou family had an amazing ability to pull energy out of their ass when it really mattered.
Hours passed as they chatted about anything that passed their minds. Katsuki started to drift during this part of the wait, only to be awaken by Iro bursting through the door, yet again. He had a grin on his face and invited them to the area where the baby had been brought. The nurses didn’t want an attachment to form between Karin and the baby, so they had cleaned it and brought it to the nursery. Katsuki and Deku were able to go inside to see the baby while Mitsuki and Inko waited next to the glass.
They slowly walked to the one that Iro had pointed them to, and discovered their child.
Katsuki and Inko grinned together, and they took turns holding her. The months leading up to this were filled with excitement, anxiety, stress, and a few tears, but holding her in his arms, he felt all this disappear. She was still new to the world, but she had a pale complexion, small tufts of blonde hair sticking up that Izuku said was the “Bakugou genes shining through.”
“You know what I was thinking for a name?” Izuku was holding her, with a soft expression on his face. Every tired and anxious feeling was gone from his face, instead looking like he was seeing the most beautiful thing in his life.
“Eri?” Katsuki kept his voice quiet so that he didn’t disturb her as she rested, but Izuku let out a laugh.
“You can always read my mind.”
Eri Bakugou. She had bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the exact same way Izuku’s do. Bright, curly blonde hair framed her face full of freckles. Katsuki always saw more of Izuku in her than he did himself, but when he told that to Izuku, he thought the opposite. Ever since she learned to talk, she had a similar fiery personality to Katsuki, but had patience far greater than he ever had as a child. She seemed to find humor in almost everything and loved to play outside and get dirty, much to the chagrin of Izuku. She grew up with the two top heroes as her parents, so she loves heroes with all of her heart. She calls Aizawa and All Might her “uncles” which makes them very happy, even if Aizawa doesn’t say it. Almost everyone that was in class 1-A visits, with Shouto, Eijirou and Ochaco being the most frequent to visit.
She was nearing her 5th birthday and Izuku was starting to notice something. While she played with Ochaco one day, Izuku talked to Katsuki about his worries.
“She hasn’t shown any quirk yet. Do you think she’s—”
“If she has no quirk, then we just support her through that. We won’t let that discourage her.” Katsuki interrupted his worries, knowing full well what he was going to say. Izuku has worried about this since she was born. He didn’t want her to have the worries and self-doubt that he had as a child, which Katsuki knows was caused by him. He’s been torturing himself over this for years, and while Izuku has told him that it was in the past, he can’t help but worry more as his daughter grew.
He wasn’t 15 anymore. He knew that it had been 17 years since then, and at 32 he knew how to not be a total asshole to kids. He actually liked being around them, even if they were annoying. They were observant and usually pretty honest, depending on the kid. Eri had grown up to be pretty honest, only through Izuku teaching her. Katsuki felt, sometimes, like the only thing he really taught her was what curse words were and not to say them. She would often react to him cursing by running to Izuku as soon as she could and telling him about it.
He was so worried that he would make her feel the way Izuku felt for years because he’s naturally an asshole who can’t shut his damn mouth.
“Yeah. Maybe we should bring her for a checkup on that? I don’t want to break her heart, though,” Izuku looked conflicted as he watched his daughter float in the air and laugh loudly. Katsuki accidentally taught her how to be loud, he noted to himself.
“She’ll find out at some point. Plus, we can just tell her about your quirk. I’m sure that would make her love her favorite hero even more,” Katsuki grinned at him, trying to break the tense tone they had. If she saw they were worried, it would worry her.
“You’re the one who is her favorite!” Izuku puffed out his cheeks to fake a pout as Eri ran over to them.
“Daddy! Papa! Come watch what Auntie taught me!” She yelled as she grabbed both of their hands and dragged them over to the play area. They both looked at each other and made a silent agreement to discuss this later. Eri learning a new way to backflip was a much, much more important matter at hand, now.
They tried their best to not look too shocked as the doctor told them that Eri, too, was born with no quirk. Katsuki thought to himself that she really did have more Izuku in her. She tried to keep a tough face, but when the doctor left the room, she quietly cried in her seat. Izuku patted her head and Katsuki picked her up so they could clear the room.
“Hey, Eri?” Katsuki kept his voice as quiet as possible, as to not disrupt the people around them. She gave a sound instead of a word response and he gently put leaned his head close to hers. “Wanna go get the best fuckin’ ice cream in town?”
“T-that’s a bad word,” she mumbled under her breath and he laughed quietly and felt her nod into his shoulder. He reached out for Izuku’s hand to hold, and the family all left the office bundled together.
“Your dad and I want to tell you a story when we get there.”
She had cleared her face of all tears and snot before they went inside the ice cream shop. She got her usual, watermelon sherbet, and Izuku got strawberry. He thought for a minute before he got himself mint. They sat in an empty corner, away from people and prying ears. Katsuki had been gearing up for this conversation the entire ride over and Izuku didn’t want anyone to overhear them.
“Eri, I have a little story for you,” Izuku began as she started to eat her ice cream. “You have to promise me you won’t shout or yell during this story, though, because it’s a secret between me, you and your dad. Do you promise?” He always thought ahead of time. If Katsuki was telling the story, he would have just started and left her to have any reaction she felt, even if it was loud (as it often was). She had a mouth full of ice cream, but nodded, her big green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
“Your dad and I haven’t told you this before, but I’m just like you, Eri-chan. Do you know how?”
“You have freckles and green eyes, like me!” She got slightly loud despite herself and watched her own volume. Izuku laughed and patted her curly blonde hair.
“Yes, you do, but there’s a very big thing we have in common. I’m sure your papa can tell you.” He took a bite of his ice cream and sent a smirk Katsuki’s way. That fucker.
“Now, stay quiet, please. We never told you, but your dad was born with no quirk, just like you.” Eri’s eyes got bigger than he had ever seen them, and she opened her mouth, but quickly covered it with her hands.
“Really? But you’re a hero just like Uncle Toshinori!”
Izuku nodded at this, and proceeded to tell her the story that he told Katsuki years ago. When Izuku had told him this story, he felt like everything that he had doubted during their shared high school years had finally clicked in his mind. He wanted to punch something, most likely himself, but he understood. Eri listened to the story gripped on every word, like it was the most exciting thing she had ever listened to. He remembered how they had told Toshinori about their worries while she was a young toddler just learning how to walk and talk. Toshinori had always been one to see the positives in situations, even if Izuku, the world’s beacon of light, couldn’t. He had just laughed and said that when the time comes, they’ll know what to do. Katsuki sighed and admitted that he was right, after all. He did know what to do, now.
After Izuku finished his tale, Eri had her eyes squinted with tears, her small hand shaking around her ice cream.
“I can be a hero like Daddy and Papa? Even if I don’t have a quirk?” Her voice shook as she spoke and Katsuki stood to hug her and pet her hair. He could feel her ice cream drip on his shirt and pulled her close.
“Yes, you can. You can be the greatest hero in the world,” Katsuki quietly told her and she quietly cried in his arms. Izuku also came over to give them a hug and Katsuki could feel his hand stroke his back in a comforting manner, as if Katsuki was the one to be comforted. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that he did want to be comforted. His anxieties had piled and piled and now he released them so that his daughter could dream as big as he always wanted her to.
Eri often came home from school covered in dirt and grime, but she usually had a huge, bright smile on her face as she loudly listed off all of the cool things she found with her friends. Katsuki was in the kitchen, washing the dishes while Izuku was out on a call from Justice. She walked into the kitchen wet, covered in dirt and muck, her normally curly hair soaked and dirty and a bruise on her face. As soon as he saw this, he ran over to her. He thought she would be crying, but instead she looked pissed as hell.
“Eri, what happened? Why do you have a bruise? You’re all wet too, lets get you into a warm bath,” he said as he felt like his mom. As Eri grew, he had more and more times where he felt just like his mom. He loaded the bath with hot water as she undressed and got in. He sat there with her, helping her wash her hair, and waiting patiently for her to talk. She was a lot like him in that regard. She would hold her words back until she could sort them out in her head. He waited patiently, gently helping her get clean. She was older now, 8, but he still helped her bathe, sometimes, if it was a situation like this, where she didn’t want to move or speak.
“Can you tell me what happened? I don’t want your dad to get home and freak out.” She sat in the bath and contemplated this and finally went to speak.
“I was playing with Hina-chan and Sakura-chan and then two boys came over and interrupted us. He knew that you and Daddy are my parents and he teased me about having no quirk even though you I’m your daughter. He talked bad about you guys, so I hit him. He hit me back and pushed me into the creek and ran away.” She muttered all of this under her breath while hiding her face. Her bruise was light, as expected from a kid, but she had lots of scratches from sticks and rocks. He knew this day would come at some point.
“Why did you hit them? You know we try to be nice to everyone as much as possible.” He didn’t want to chastise her too horribly, since he wants to tell her to punch those kinds of kids more, but Izuku wouldn’t like that very much.
“They said that you must not be my real dads because I don’t have a quirk! That you guys just picked up a stray because you felt sorry for me! But they don’t know our secret and I’m not gonna tell them that stuff!” She had started to get louder, and her voice slightly shook. Ever since their discussion, she’s made the promise to keep Izuku’s quirk secret.
“Well, I’m very happy that you can keep your dad’s secret so well, but you know that what that asshole said isn’t true.” She didn’t interrupt him about his cursing this time. “You are our child, and anyone could tell just from looking at you. You have your dad’s face and my attitude. They just want to get a rise out of you. Next time, just ignore them and then point them out to me. I’ll really make them leave you alone.”
He left her to finish up with her bath and finished the dishes. When she got out of the bath, they worked together to clean up the mess on the floor from when she first came home. Izuku arrived home and Eri rushed to hug him. As Izuku greeted them both, he finally saw the small, fading bruise and gasped.
“Eri! What happened to you?” He looked her all over, seeing the small scratches all over her arms and legs. She looked over at Katsuki and he nodded to her.
“She doesn’t want you to get mad at her, so just listen. I already talked to her about it.”
He sat with his arms crossed in the corner of the room as she told Izuku what she had told him before. Izuku kept looking between her and him, and when he looked up at him, Katsuki just nodded. He tried to stay as relaxed as possible, though he could see his arms tense as she spoke about what the kids had said to her.
“But, Papa told me I look just like you and I act like him, so I know that I’m really your daughter! So there!” Izuku laughed after her admission and pet her head.
“I think you look more like your Papa, but he always says otherwise. I’m sure your dad already said this, but next time, just tell us and we’ll deal with it.” She nodded and Izuku tugged her in for a hug. He sighed and Katsuki could see his hands shake a little as he gently patted her hair.
“When I was a kid, I had a lot of other kids who treated me like that because I had no quirk. Every kid that says something to you like that, you store them away in your brain. You use that as a reason to become an amazing hero that will save the world. But, remember to forgive. You can’t take away what they said to you,” Izuku looked at Katsuki as he said this, “but they can change and become good people. Make them prove themselves to be worthy, and then you give them a chance. But, don’t ever back down.”
Katsuki felt pangs of pain as he said this, every word seemed like a jab at him, who he used to be. Izuku would never forget those moments of pain, and Katsuki didn’t want to be forgiven for it. He gave himself so much shit when he would reach the lowest parts of his depression, asking Izuku why he could forgive someone as hellish as him.
Izuku would always smile and pat his head gently, showing rather than telling him. Words were hard and harsh and could hurt the other’s feelings. Touches could tell you everything without all of the rough nature that words can have. Touches don’t spill out and consume you, they simply warm your skin and show that the person touching you has forgiven you. He doesn’t feel worthy of forgiveness, but Izuku has always been able to see right through him. He could tear open the hardest parts of his heart and lay it flat for him to see. It was painful, and it was kind.
Eri looked between them both and said she understood. She asked if she could go play in a quiet voice, like she didn’t want to break the silence between them all. Izuku gave her a radiant smile and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and marching to her room like that. Her laughter filled their home, and there it was. Their lives were as they were before.
Katsuki and Izuku switched off days that they would walk Eri to school after that incident. They weren’t trying to baby her, but they were being petty. They (okay, mostly Katsuki) wanted to intimidate the kids who had bullied her and show her a sense of solidarity. If this kid was going to be a huge asshole to their daughter, he was going to learn exactly how scary they could be.
As they started to walk into the gates of the school, they heard a flurry of voices and a little bit of snickering. They were used to hearing people talk when they went in public, but it seemed to make Eri suddenly uncomfortable. She hit behind Katsuki and gripped onto his shirt tighter than he had ever seen her previously do. Izuku bent down to talk to her, gently patting her head, and she didn’t want to talk.
Katsuki observed the group of small boys laughing and making remarks and took a long, deep breath. Don’t be an asshole, dude. He approached the group of kids and took on the “#2 hero and #1 dad” stance he does when approached. They stiffened up and stopped laughing as he got closer, and he crouched to meet them at eyelevel.
“What’s so funny?” he said it as a simple challenge: explain yourself. The kids didn’t explain, but looked down at their feet, clearly embarrassed by him reproaching them. “Okay, you don’t gotta say anything but just listen to some advice. If you keep treating people badly, no one will want to be around you anymore. I know it’s fun now, but it won’t be fun later.”
He could feel Izuku’s gaze at his back and it made him want to really reach these kids. You can only do so much with kid’s brains, though.
“If you try to help people instead of laugh at them, you might be just like Deku over there and become the #1 hero. But, if you stay an asshole, you probably won’t have anyone support you when you need it. So, just keep that in mind. Please don’t treat my daughter like that again or I’ll have to speak to your parents. Sound good?”
The kids didn’t say anything during his little monologue, but they nodded and ran off after he finished instead of staying and laughing. The bell was about to ring warning the kids to get to class, so they kissed Eri’s forehead and let her off to class. Katsuki checked his phone to get a villain warning notification from Shouto.
“Guess we’re needed elsewhere, Deku,” he said with a big grin, which made Izuku laugh in response.